Weymouth High School - Campus / Reflector Yearbook (Weymouth, MA)

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WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL never tell that. ' ' I say. With Alice, I ' ve had enough. Let ' s all go back to ' Rock-a-Way ' for an early tea. ' ' Any suggestion for physical motion would have been snatched then. Yes, yes, let ' s, and Come on, Sunshine, we want the rest of your tale. ' ' We all trooped home. Half an hour later we were all settled com- fortably on our porch, ready for the tale, and rather glad of the natural sunshine to offset the weird atmosphere developed about King Sol ' s namesake. Now, Sunshine. I think we ' re settled to listen quietly, said Mother in spite of the fact that she had spilled a little of every cup of tea she had poured. He said I made him do it. I did love Jack; but I didn ' t love that murdered when I married him. I told him so. He was jealous of my real sweetheart. I wouldn ' t bring up his child. I couldn ' t. She spoke rapidly, nervously. Then he followed me up here. He couldn ' t force me to take Elsie. I was as strong-willed as he. So he murdered her and built over the cottage. Hotel ! Ha ha ha ! Her laugh made the shivers run up and down my back even though I was seated in the sun. He tried to frighten me away from this place. I was too clever for him ; I found out his design. He didn ' t intend to be discovered. That ' s why he built over the cottage in that way. Hotel! Summer guests! Guests of the devil himself they would be. But who are you? Yes. And who was he? Our company was not easily satisfied. Do you want to know who we are? She leaned forward in her chair, thrust her head forward, and narrowed her eyes. Then look in Rogue ' s Gallery! she shouted, springing to her feet like a cat. We ' re there, finger- prints and all. In a hard tone with a swag- gering step or two toward the steps she sneered, But you can ' t get me. I won ' t be caught! She dashed her cup and saucer to the floor for emphasis. And don ' t dare to follow as you value your life ! ' ' The last word was a shriek. In a flash she was gone back up the beach toward the old hotel. We were all standing, rooted to the spot, anxious to follow, yet too astonished to think clearly. Twas nearly five minutes before any one spoke. What do they do with people like that? I asked. Lock them up in padded cells, I should say. Of all the absurd notions ! ' ' Alice was still skeptical. Well, now, admitting what she said to be true, should that building remain standing? What is it that she started to tell us about when we were down there ? ' ' Mr. Anderson ' s friend looked at the matter from a more practical point of view like one accustomed to difficult situations. Bob was on his feet in a moment. I ' m going down to investi- gate. Jigged if I ' ll let a lunatic stump me, he cried. He turned to pick up his shovel. It was missing. A moment later we heard a crash. Then dead silence followed. All eyes were strained in the direction. Sunshine had fled. Every ear was alert. Then came a splintering sound, then a dull thud quickly followed by a triple explosion. Boom! Boom! Boom! and sand flew in every direction. By George! She ' s done it! B. B. Beed ' 30. Twilight After the sun has left the sky, It seems that the world ' s about to die ; The sky dresses in a gown of black, And mourns for the day That can never come back. John Newton, Jr. High School, Grade VIII Guess Who The tinkle of a school-girl giggle ripples clear, And the gay bucks of 218 turn toward the rear. The slender form of a fair demoiselle Takes her seat at the chime of the 8 :30 bell. She ' s a darling maid with raven locks, And dusky eyes, which are like Trojan rocks, To the heart of the gentle country youth, Who believes in the oft repeated truth — That gentlemen prefer blondes. Charles French ' 30.

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MARCH REFLECTOR 5 you ' re off on that track now. You ' re worse than the Rev. Knowal. And to whom have I the honor of being likened ? Who is this Rev. Knowal person and does his character fit his name? Xo. His name fits his character. He was dubbed that years ago when he first spent the summer in a little town about thirty-five miles from here. He gained re- nown through solving the mystery of the murder of his housekeeper ' s pet poodle. In summer, you know, folks aren ' t too busy to play with the least bit of gossip. Jingoes! I ' m glad you spoke of him. I think I ' ll h ike up and see the old boy. But aren ' t we pretty near there ? I ' in not keen on leaping over the rocks up ahead. Yes. And my little friend ' s cottage is ahout half a mile from here. Another fifteen minutes ' walk brought us to our destination. Nancy was certainly all that Alice had pictured her to be. She was still young enough to enjoy her toys, so I soon had her talking about her dolly. And when we left I had the prized possession with me in order to fit it to some new dresses. When we reached home, we found Helen and Frank and their family down for the week-end. I related the story to them and showed them the doll. ' ' What ' s all the fuss about? Frank asked. Why not all pitch in and dig. Then I ' ll warrant you ' d find out something. But I ' d rather like to meet this Knowal person. If anything does come of it, I ' d feel better to have someone else in on it, and see what he savs. Just as soon drive me over? Sure thing. Wouldn ' t your mother like to go? We can go after supper. An hour after supper found us in search of Rev. Anderson, alias Rev. Knowal. We found a very smiling gentleman entertain- ing one of his friends, another minister. Both were wearing green ties. We made known our errand. Then Mr. Anderson turned to Mother as if to say. ' ' Will you leave one or both of us come? Mother in her nervous anxiety said to me, I ' ll take the one with the green tie. Each looked at the other, smiled, and promised to come on the next day if the weather should be good. Let me see. The paper said, ' for north shore and vicinity, fair and warmer today and Saturday. Partly cloudy. Probably showers. Gentle, gentle, — ' What did it say, Dick ? Do you remember ? ' ' Mr. Ander- son addressed his friend. Ah! I have it. ' Gentle southerly winds. ' I ' m quite sure you ' ll see us tomorrow. The morning was misty and partly cloudy. About half past nine a beautiful rainbow appeared in the west and the mist rose enough to allow us to look around the point. Early in the afternoon a group gathered at the old hotel. Mr. Anderson and his friends, seated on the broad steps, were discussing the possibilities of the case. Helen and Frank, Mother, Alice carrying the doll, the old storekeeper, Sunshine, and I completed the group. ' • Well, we may as well to business, ' ' Frank said, picking up his shovel. The other men quickly followed suit, leaving the ladies only spectators. Soon the sand was shovelled away from the foundation of the building. There! Mr. Anderson exclaimed. All eyes were fastened on the tiny object he was carefully wiping with his hand. The doll ' s arm! Alice was the first to recognize it. It was indeed, the mate. She challenged me, Well, what does that prove? Anything she might have said further, was ecbpsed. Frank had uncovered the win- dow and was swinging his shovel back to crash it. 1 ' Stop ! Don ' t ! You must not ! ' ' AH eyes were turned toward the uppermost stoiy. It was Sunshine. Well, I ' ll be— I told you there was more to this than met the eye. Mr. Anderson and his com- panion renewed an evidently well-worn argu- ment. It ' s her nerves, of course. I don ' t wonder with such goings-on. And Alice turned her nose in the air as she started back to Rock- a-Way. Nerves! Nuts! It ' s the truth. The minute after you crash in that window this building comes tumbling about your very ears. And — But I promised him when he died that I ' d

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MARCH REFLECTOR 7 Buddy ' s Ride To the inhabitants of the little village of Bloomsville, Arizona, the airplane was still a source of wonder and delight. The entire neighborhood would turn out to witness the unusual passing of one of these creatures. Of course this was before airplanes were much in use, as I said before. So when Pa At- wood came puffing into the local postoffice one morning and declared he had seen one of them ' ' air-cars in his wheat field, he was met with unbelieving stares. ' ' Come now, Pa, ' ' laughingly answered one daring youngster, you know darn well no machine would land here. Pa insisted that his eyes had not deceived him, so the crowd decided to find out for themselves. They quickly piled into Pa ' s dilapidated Ford and started for his farm. The car bumped along over the uneven ruts, sending its occupants in a huddled heap, first to one side then to the other. Almost there, yelled Pa excitedly above the terrific noise of the engine. I — I should t — think we ought, gasped Neilson the postoffice keeper, as he vainly clutched the side of the car for support. The contrivance drew up before Pa ' s shack and the group stumbled to their feet. They were soon headed for the place where Pa said that he had seen the plane. Now, the men had not once given a thought to its pilot, until they saw the figure of a young man half pro- truding from a wing of the fallen plane. They hastened to the plane and carefully drew the body from the sagging wing. The young man was not seriously hurt, and after a glass of brandy had been forced between his parched lips, he sat up and looked about him. You fell into my wheat field, Pa replied to the injured man ' s questioning gaze. Yes, I remember, Dan Stamford replied dazedly, the stick refused to work. To go back to the scene in the postoffice. Buddy Watson, the youngster who had dared to question Pa ' s eyesight, had not waited to witness the departure of the men to Pa ' s farm. Climbing on to the back of his beloved pony, he rode quickly to a little, white cottage at the end of the street and called out in a cautious voice. ' ' Hey, Margy, want to go for a ride ? ' ' A little girl of ten appeared from around the corner of the house and ran out to where Buddy was impatiently waiting. After a whispered conversation, Margy climbed up in front of Bud and they set off in the direction the excit ed men had taken. The two children watched the men carry the injured pilot into the house. They glanced toward the spot where the engine lay. Already the news had spread throughout the village, until it seemed that everyone had turned out for the event. Gee, Buddy, can we really go for a ride? whispered Margy eagerly. Her companion glanced about him. Sure, why not, he returned, they ' ll leave the plane where it is and tomorrow morning no one ' 11 be around. Of course we won ' t be able to fly, but we can have lots of fun in it, he added. Buddy met Margy the following morning by the little picket fence, and the two young- sters set off across the pastures for Pa ' s farm. Everything was still, and only the faintest pink creeping above the horizon proclaimed another day. The children reached the plane without mishap, and under Buddy ' s careful directions, Margy climbed into the front seat. Fie then got in himself and made a pretext at starting the engine. The machine had been placed in position the night before, and Buddy, who had some knowledge of the mechanism of planes, saw that it could be started if one could move the propeller. Say, Margy, he cried excitedly, I am going to get the thing going. ' ' Huh — what? asked Margy, standing up in the seat, Mother wouldn ' t want me to go riding like that, she added doubtfully. She won ' t know anything about it, Buddy returned shortly, and began to place heavy blocks of wood in front of the wheels. All ready? called down Margy. Buddy glanced helplessly about. What would one do in a case like this ? Hey, Margy, you get into the other seat, and when I yell, take hold of this stick. Like this. He climbed up and took hold of the